The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647

Aria’s POV

Aedric’s roar ripped through the chamber, a sound so powerful the torches flickered violently, casting jagged shadows across the marble. His wolf pressed against my senses, furious and hungry, and Sia responded in kind, coiling and growling like a living whip inside me. My heart thumped wildly, every nerve on fire

The moon reached its zenith, spilling silver across the altar, painting the hall in ethereal light. Every shadow sharpened, every breath crackling with power. Sia screamed, urging me forward, guiding me toward Lucien’s golden blaze. My feet moved on instinct, stuming, leaping over the polished floor until I was in front of him

“Mate!” The word tore from my throat before I could stop it. My body moved of its own accord, arms wrapping around him, and he caught me without hesitation. The world contracted-no elders, no warriors. no Aedric-just us. The scent of his wolf wrapped around me, solid and real, grounding me.

Aedric’s crimson face loomed above us. “Aria! You will refuse him! You are mine!” His roar shook the hall. reverberating against pillars and marble alike, his wolf raining to break free.

Lucien planted himself in front of me, chest out, fangs onred-not in aggression, but in absolute protection His eyes held mine, golden and stormy. “Back off, he growled. “She is not some Aria you think you know. Her true name. her real name… is Riley. She has always been mine.”

My mind spun, My heart thrashed. Sia’s claws dug into my ribs, urging, begging, demanding. The scent of Lucien, raw and possessive, wrapped around me like a second skin. I turned to Maeryn. She gave the slightest nod, just enough to grant permission, guidance and reassurance.

Maeryn’s hands glowed faintly, her protective magic forming an unbroken circle around us. The elders murmurs turned to shocked silence, the younger warriors frozen in awe and disbelief. The Moonlight spilled across us, silver and infinite, marking a moment that would be etched in the pack’s memory forever.

“Leave with me, he murmured. I will tell you everything Your name, your past, the bond we share… and we will never look back

Sia roared in affirmation, raking the air, claws grazing the marble. Lucien’s wolf intertwined with hers, forming a shield of power and possession. Together, we stepped back, away from the altar, away from Aedric’s enraged roar.

The full moon crowned us in silver light. The ceremony that was supposed to bind me to another, that was supposed to mark me as Luna of the Western Pack, was broken-not by treachery, but by destiny.